Originally posted by sleepycat:
[b]the room
1.02am
she smells its orange,
shadowed in pouring caresses;
of others' flooding presence,
of many memories whitened into yellow.
2.01am
she feels the yellow,
rusting in its throbbing gushes;
crushing every breath,
writhing each limb,
she twitches and trembles.
There,
on her sealed lips where her urges seal,
she erects
dreams within walls,
cemented.[/b]
Hmm
horror movie? RA? Not a single clue. 
